“How to say?” DeWitt asked curiously.
“Oh, the territory on this island has been cleaned up by nomads of all races.” The nomads continue to explain to the reconnaissance army: “In fact, not only land, but also the sea area close to land: every dozens of nautical miles will change one. Master. That’s why people doing business at sea can only hide in the dark.”
“Then why do we have to live in such a place?” a soldier asked.
“The crew also live here.” The nomads spread their hands and pointed to the roof made of steel plates. “The cabin above is unoccupied. It is a room for offering sacrifices to the Griffin. To survive on this surface, you have to let the Griffon let you go. In general, the sea monsters who drive a boat do not actually make much money.”
“It turns out so.” DeWitt nodded clearly.
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